With the wisdom in its eyes

With the wisdom in its eyes,
Time stares into mine,
In its ways so glorious,
In its efforts to stand victorious,

It moves my soul,
It throws springs and winters at me,
It shines its suns to make me glee,

With the rose bushes in February,
And jasmines in May,
With the wind of monsoons,
And the clouds so gray,

The bliss I am surrounded in,
The delight I find,
While standing at my office window,
And looking straight into the skies,
I find myself in a deep joy,
But the joy disappears,
And the smile goes away,
I feel the ache,

And the time loses its battle,
I do still remember you.